She never let me feel pain it’s just because she loves me a lot, just like today.On that day, she didn’t do anything further as Deepa was sleeping...in the next room. We both went to the washroom and took bath together. That night, I wore her clothes and she wore mine. We both went to our room and slept like good girls.One day on Friday night, we all three decided to have beer as it was raining outside and while coming from the office we all got wet. Deepa was also ready to join us. This was good. The girls spent most of the day sitting in a shady spot of grass in the field outside the Burrow, watching Ron play Quidditch with the rest of the Weasley boys, or at least, all of them except for Percy. Ginny liked to play too, but Hermione hated flying, particularly on broomsticks, and when she finally gave up her attempt at playing as a bad job, Ginny quit with her so she wouldn’t feel so left out. Ginny was a year behind Hermione and Harry and Ron at school, but they’d always got on well. He somehow knew that she had never taken such a visitor, he stroked his shaft forcing out an impressive amount of precum, and mixed with her juices deemed her ready. The tip slowly spread her opening, meeting some resistance as the pronounced flare made room, with a satisfying plop he passed her labia, and slowly plunged into her depths. The feeling was not unfamiliar, as the toys her husband used were similar in size. But this was different, it was harder, yet softer, and oh sooooo hot, she. I thrust in and out of her, the strokes becoming faster and faster until I couldn’t hold back no longer. I recall suddenly that we should have used a rubber, but it was way too late now to worry about that now. My head was spinning and the world seemed to tilt off its axis as I emptied myself into her, wad after wad of come emptied into the silken depths of her womb.We lay there, staring at the ceiling both reeling at our hot coupling. Thankfully Sarah was taking the pill, so at least there was.